Christina felt that she was doing a good job keeping her cool,
but even so she could feel her teeth grinding together. The
pig in front of her kept asking her to model the skimpiest
lingerie he could find. Christina normally enjoyed working
in the lingerie department. She liked helping women find the
right size, and the employee discount was very nice for a
growing girl like her. On the other hand she had to deal
with an unpleasant amount of pigs like this one. Most of them
could be scared off with a few no-nonsense words, but every
so often she got one like the man today. She was going to
have to get her manager involved.

The other girls who worked at Lacey's did not have nearly
as much of a problem with harassment as Christina. Christina's
tight physique, dramatic curves, and elegant face seemed to
be a combination that the creeps could not resist. It was even
worse because Christina was by far the youngest employee. Her
co-workers saw what she had to put up with, and were all very
protective of the 15-year old salesgirl. Of course, most people
would have guessed that she was closer to 19 from the look of
her. She wore a minimizer bra to make her DD-cup breasts as discrete
as possible, but she could not compress them enough keep the creeps
away.

"Excuse me, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." It was
Andrew Burns, the store manager. Andrew felt personally responsible
for all of his employees, but especially Christina. He was often
in a blacker mood after she had been harassed than she was, incapable
of emulating his young employee's stoic strength. Christina could tell
that he found her attractive, much to his own embarrassment. She suspected
that he found it hard to forgive himself for harboring the same urges that
drove his seedier customers to harass her. He never allowed his attraction
to her to impact his behavior, and she appreciated his professionalism.
She sometimes wanted to tell him that she bore him no ill-will, but
there was no way to broach the subject. Most men and boys she met were
attracted to her, some just handled it better than others.

The creep took a while to leave. He spent most of this time screaming
at Andrew about the terrible customer service, and threatening to
take things up the chain of authority. Andrew remained calm throughout
the interaction and eventually the creep became tired of the whole
affair and left.

"Thanks Andrew." said Christina. She had stayed quiet the whole time.

The muscles in Andrew's jaw twitched, and the knuckles in his right
hand popped as he rolled it into a fist. "Don't thank me. It's my
job. I'm sorry you have to deal with these animals."

"It's ok. I'm used to it." she said.

"That's my point. You shouldn't have to get used to it."

Mav was going to do something dramatic again. It had been 300 years
since she did anything really interesting, and for the last 20 the
feeling that eternal life was kind of boring had been creeping up
on her. The story she read in the salesgirl's mind was enough to
set her off. Mav had always had a temper, with a tendency to
explode at life's little injustices. As a young woman, she had
shredded the minds of men who stood in the way of her personal
path to power, consumed by rage at their attempts to deny her
her birthright. But that young queen was long gone, and now her
rage seldom even smoldered when someone slighted her. Her friend
Siddhartha had helped her handle her anger, but she had never
quite been able to let go when it came to innocents being hurt.
She would never be a Buddha, but she could settle for avenging
angel when the mood struck her.

Christina was a little disappointed to see a customer approaching
so soon after Andrew had chased the creep off. She still felt a
little rattled, and was worried that she would not be able to provide
good service.

Instead of asking for assistance the middle aged woman who approached
her said, "I saw what that horrible man was doing. I'm so sorry dear."

It was a nice sentiment, but it did not help Christina's efforts to
cram her simmering sense of injustice behind a cheery service-industry
standard smile. "Thank you ma'am. It's really no big deal. We always
have to deal with some crazies around here."

"You probably get more than your fair share of them though. Sometimes
life can be so hard on beautiful girls." In Mav's long experience, it
was girls like the one in front of her who had things the worst when
shit hit the fan. The old psychic had been in her fair share of war
zones, and she had seen first hand what the sort of men who harassed
the beautiful salesgirl in front of her would do if they were let
off their chains.

Christina was thrown a little off balance, "Everyone has to deal with
it, really. It's really nice to hear your support." She knew that not
everyone had to deal with it the way that she did, but it helped her
deal with it if she pretended that it was just one of life's trials. 

"Well, it's been a while since I've done anything like this, so
you'll have to forgive me." Mav's gaze lost focus for a moment,
and then she snapped back to the here-and-now, "There. All done.
I think you will find that the very assets that cause trouble
for you, will help prevent it from now on." She beamed at the
confused looking salesgirl. She had given the girl a bit more
power than she had planned, as she underestimated the size of
her endowments. It was not a surprise that the girls was wearing
a minimizer.

"Oh. Thank you ma'am... Now is there anything I can help you with?"
Christina asked. Two weirdos in one day. At least this one was nice.

"No, no. You take care now dear." Said the woman before walking briskly
off.

================================================================================

Christina was distracted for the rest of her shift. The earlier events kept
tumbling through her head, but she could work with a head full of noise. What
really threw her off was the way that she kept hearing people call out to
her. She would turn around to find no one there, or someone with their attention
on something else. A few times she thought she heard a man whistle or say
something about her ass, but when she looked it was as if no one else had heard
it.

"Hey Christina, you seem pretty frazzled. Why don't you take the rest of your
shift off. It is pretty slow now." Andrew had somehow managed to get in front
of Christina without her noticing.

She stopped looking for the source of a voice she thought she had heard and
turned to face her boss. "Uuhhh. Thanks. I'm sorry. This is a weird day."

He smiled gently, "Don't worry about it. Shit like this isn't your fault.
If I could get away with it I would break every bone in that little
dipshit's body, and then start getting mean."

"W-What?" She asked. This was a side of Andrew she had never seen.

"I said that it isn't your fault." He sighed. "I'm sorry you have to
deal with this sort of thing." There was no sign of the viciousness
that had been so evident in his voice just a moment before.

She nodded. She knew she was lucky to have such a nice manager. "Thanks.
I'll ask my mom to pick me up then." She said and walked out of the
store.

As she walked away she heard Andrew say clearly, "Jesus, that ass is a work of
art."

Her head whipped around, but Andrew was just walking in the opposite direction.
A comment like that was totally out of character for him, especially after he
had been so mad at the creep today for doing something similar. Something was
definitely off.

"Hey Honey, why the early pickup?" Christina's mom asked. It was easy to see
where Christina got her looks. Her mother was a tall woman with very generous
curves, and the advice she gave Christina on how to manage her changing body
helped keep the teen calm about the whole thing. Whenever she started to
get worried that her breasts would get to big too manage, she just reminded
herself that her mother seemed to do fine with her KK-cups. Still, she
was worried about the shape she would grow into. The women in her family
tended to be late bloomers. A few of the girls in her school had blown up
in middle school, but they had already stopped growing. Christina was still
smaller than the largest of them, but she was only getting started.
Of course it wasn't that she hated her body. She knew that every girl
her age had some issue with her body, and most would have been glad to
take her issues from her in a heartbeat. She did enjoy being beautiful,
just not all the time. On days when she did not have to deal with a
creep in the store or at school, she thought it was more good than bad.

"It was just slow. Andrew said I could go early." She said.

"Okay then." She paused, "The car's out this way. C'mon."

Christina trudged in her mother's wake. "I wonder what has
got her all frazzled." Said her mom.

"What?" asked Christina. "Did you say something."

"No Honey. We are at the car though."

After climbing into the passenger seat Christina watched her mother
intently, focusing her gaze on the older woman's mouth. Her mom's
lips did not move, but Christina could clearly hear her say,
"I think it may be time to try to find Christina another job. She
is starting to get distracted from her schoolwork by all this
nonsense. The poor girl is developing even faster than I did,
and the world is not being half as easy on her."

*Holy shit. Make that just one crazy for today.* Thought Christina.
Whatever that woman had done to her, it was clearly not nothing.
She hoped it would let her do more than read thoughts. If this
was the whole deal, she would just have to get used to a chorus
of silent cat calls. It was a non-solution to her problems.

================================================================================

A few weeks after the woman had approached her in Lacey's Christina
was not feeling particularly blessed. Her new abilities had helped
her ace a math test, but she was not sure she wanted to know everything
they revealed. Mr. Morris, the principle, was having an affair with
Mrs. Blumer, an English teacher 20 years his junior. Gross. Worse than
that was the fact that every strait male in the school seemed to have
masturbated to Christina at least once. She seemed to center in the
fantasies of at least half the boys. She had always know she was attractive,
but she had not realized the true magnitude of the effect she seemed
to have on the opposite sex. Davey Ryans had been thinking of the time
she bent down to grab a pencil the last dozen times he had sex with
Amy Bennett. Roy had wanked to the thought of Christina every day for
the last year and a half, and he was not even the most obsessed with
her. For a 15 year old girl uncomfortable with her changing body, it was
an unsettling set of revelations to say the least.

She had gotten better at controlling her new abilities. She could choose
to tune out most people's thoughts, but for some reason the thoughts of
men and boys staring at her body were particularly loud and clear. When
she tried to read the mind of someone who was not focused on her she
could only pick up on what was at the top of their mind at the moment.
On the other hand when Jon McDoven looked at the curve of her breasts
in profile, she picked up on his memories of the whole day without
even trying to listen in on him. She was hoping to get enough of a
command of her abilities to tune out all the noise soon.

================================================================================

Christina had learned to tune out everyone a few days ago, and she
was wearing her favorite demi-cup push up bra to celebrate. She did
like risqué lingerie, but did not wear it while working very often
because she wanted to minimize the creep factor. Still, she looked hot,
(thanks to her new gift she knew exactly how hot) and she deserved to
revel in it a bit now and then.

She sized Marie, a senior from her school, and could not help but look
inside the older girl's mind. Christine would have been lying if she said
she did not feel a little smug at the other girl's feelings of inadequacy.
Marie had been the one to popularize the nick name, "Tina Tits," a fact
that Christina had only become aware of in the last week. It felt therapeutic
to know that the older girl was jealous of her beauty. It was well founded
jealousy too. Christina knew that it was she, not Marie, who had been in
Tom's mind the last time the two seniors had had sex.

It wasn't the first time since her new powers awoke that Christina was glad
to have them, but it was the first time that she felt they might be worth
it. Now that she had control of her abilities, they did not feel like something
that was happening *to* her so much any more.

After she rang up Marie Christina hummed as she walked around her section of
the store, waiting for her next customer to show up. Her optimistic new outlook
was shattered when she heard a man's rough voice say, "Look at that little
slut. Her shirt is so tight over those tits." She had gotten this uniform
shirt a few sizes ago, but it wasn't that tight.

A thickset man had entered her part of the store. His thoughts were so filled
with lust that she could hear him despite her best efforts to tune him out.
Still, some people (it wasn't just men) had some very lust filled thoughts
and still managed to be civil to Christina, so she plastered on her best
service industry smile and walked confidently towards him. "Can I help you
find anything?"

As she walked she heard him think, "Boing. Boing. Boing. Look at them bounce."

"Have you ever considered being a stripper?" He asked, as if he was telling her
it was going to rain tomorrow, "Because you have the body for it."

"Sir, do you want to buy anything or just harass me? Because if you want to
do anything but the first, you can stop wasting my time and leave right now."
She said mustering as much authority as she could *And then you can go
kill yourself you piece of shit.* she thought viciously.

To her surprise, the man turned on his heel and walked right out of the store.
As soon as he left Lacey's he ran up to the top of the escalator and took
two bounding strides to get to the first stretch of open balcony he could find.
He slid his hands into his sleeves so that he would not be able to break his
fall and started to lean over the railing.

"STOP!" Shouted Christina from where she watched at the entrance to Lacey's.
To her relief, he did so. It was a good thing that she had thought his behavior
strange enough to trail after him to see what he did. *Jesus, I just almost
killed a man.* She thought to herself. Then a moment later, *I can control
minds? What the hell?*

================================================================================

A few weeks later Christina had gotten used to the new development in her
abilities. She could push people to change their behavior with a little
effort. It was easier when those people were focused on her body, but she
could effect even people who were totally unaware of her presence with
a little more effort.

A week ago she had reached for a highlighter while doing her history reading,
and found that the pen had flown into her hand. She had been experimenting
with telekinesis ever since. Of her three abilities, this was by far the most
strenuous, and she noticed that after using it for a long time her breasts
ached, almost as if they were muscles that she had been using. She was now
able to levitate a stack of five textbooks when she concentrated. She did not
think she had gotten any stronger, just learned to focus her telekinetic
abilities more precisely. She had been spending a lot of energy wildly and
without purpose at first, but once she got the knack of it, it became easier.

================================================================================

Dozens of bras from a few seasons ago floated in the air around Christina.
Her sweet 16 party was in a few days, and she wanted to make sure that
she looked good. Part of that was wearing a bra that fit. She had lost track
of her size a little as she adjusted to her new abilities, but it was time
to take advantage of some of the perks of her job. To her surprise, none of
the E cups she had brought with her seemed to be fitting. The only bra that
really felt comfortable was a black plunge EE cup she had brought on a whim.
It pushed her breasts together to create an appealing crevasse, and she
decided to keep it. Snapping the tag off, she pulled her shirt back on over
her new bra and telekineticly pilled the remaining garments up in her arms,
then went to get more bras in her larger size.

================================================================================

Christina had definitely gotten stronger. The 16 year old had only been able to
carry 5 textbooks with her mind, and then only for a few minutes, when she first
got her abilities. Now, her 32GG cup breasts were hardly even sore after she
levitated herself for an hour at a time. She could read the short term memories
of anyone, and could dive deep into the mind of people who looked at her with
lust or envy. She was not sure why her abilities worked better on people who 
felt lust or envy for her, but they did. She could push anyone to do even the 
most uncharacteristic of things, and she could fundamentally alter the character
of those who looked on her with lust or envy.

With her 17th birthday just around the corner, Christina reflected back on
the last year. She was now unequivocally glad that the strange woman had
given the gift that she had. Men no longer harassed her at work. Christina
picked up on those that would have before they ever got a chance, and
headed them off. Consumed with lust for the sexy salesgirl they were
particularly soft targets for her abilities. Sometimes she just instilled
a much greater respect for women in them. For those that had violent thoughts,
she turned herself into a figure of fear in their minds. By the time they
opened their mouths to harass her they were so afraid that the stood frozen.
In once case she bent a man's perception of the world so that he shrunk to
the size of a mouse and was crushed to death between her breasts. When she
released his mind, he had left the store with a stain in the front of his
pants and a look of fear on his face.

Her social life had enjoyed similar improvements. She had been fairly
popular before, but the ability to pluck deep knowledge of people's
interests from their heads had made making new friends easy. Most
of the girls at her school would confide anything in her. Of course
it had helped that she pushed them to like her. She sometimes used
her ability to smooth over their jealousy of her dynamite body and
breathtaking face, but she rather enjoyed listening to their thoughts
of envy, so mostly she just made them feel guilty enough about their
vicious thoughts to overcompensate by being nice to her. The boys
lust addled minds were very malleable.

Christina had come to embrace the effect her changing body had on the
people around her, and that effect was big. It was not just that her
breasts and ass had grown over the past year. Everything about
her had become more erotically charged. She moved with a fluid
grace that drove the imagination wild. Her lustrous black
curls were as likely as her perfect feet to enchant the hapless
population of her school. She could really enjoy the power her body
gave her now that she no longer had to deal with the unfortunate behavior
it had previously inspired.

She had used to abilities to stoke the flame of lust which burned in
every strait male in her school, intentionally bringing it to the
point where they could not cum without thinking of her in some capacity.
It helped that she no longer dressed to hide her figure, but instead to
emphasize it. At the same time that she had stoked their lust, she
shaped their fetishes so that they became submissive when aroused
by her. After becoming acquainted with her own body through the 
harassment of men, she did not trust anyone but herself to control
her sexual destiny. The ultimate fantasy of every guy in the school
was to submit sexually to Christina. For some it was as simple as
having sex with her on top, but at the other extreme there were
those who wanted to see her in a full leather dominatrix outfit.
She did not want to go that far, but she did enjoy the way that
boys just deferred to her in everything without the need for her
to push them in the slightest.

When the mood struck her she would indulge the fantasies of one of
the boys, demanding that they follow her to a secluded spot and
having her way with them. When she beckoned, they would follow
silently, entranced by the sway of her ass as she walked. She would
ride them to the point of exhaustion and beyond, using her abilities
to prevent them from orgasming until she was ready. Her power lent
her stamina, and by the time she was finished her lover would be
spent while she was only breathing lightly. Afterwards, the boy
would never brag about his conquest. She made no distinction between
boys who were in relationships and those who were not. With her abilities,
any indiscretions could be smoothed over seamlessly, though sometimes
she did not care to, instead enjoying the mental gymnastics her
lover's girlfriends put themselves through in order to realize
that Christina deserved whatever she wanted. They were not even
mad when it was Christina's name the heard during sex rather than
their own, although this was something that tended to happen weather
or not Christina had decided to take a boy as a lover. 

She also seemed to have become more intelligent. She had gone from
being a B and C student to getting As in all her classes without
really trying. She could track the thoughts of dozens of people
at once without getting lost, and she had an easy time remembering
things.

It had definitely been a good year.

================================================================================

Christina had just finished helping a mother and daughter pick out a
training bra when an old woman approached her. Out of habit she
reached into her new customer's mind to find out what she wanted.
To her surprise, the old woman's mind was as slippery as an eel,
and she never quite got a grip on it. "Not yet dear. Not yet."
Said the old woman.

Christina looked closer at the old woman. "It's you! You're the
lady who helped me a few years ago." She said. The woman looked like
she had aged 20 years, even though such a short time had passed.

The woman sighed, "It's me."

"Well, I've got a lot to thank you for. Let me get the rest of my
shift off. I can take you out to lunch." She said.

Walking over to her boss's office she said, "Hey Andrew, do you
mind if I take the rest of the day off? My great aunt just surprised
me, and I want to show her around." She knew what his answer would
be even before he opened his mouth. She had shaped him in much
the same way that she had shaped the boys at school, though
she might have gone a bit overboard. He had a shrine to her
in his house, which he prayed to every night. To him she was
literally a goddess.

"Of course not." He said.

"This is quite a warm welcome. I assume you have enjoyed my gift?"
Said the woman as they walked to Christina's new Audi.
All the boys at school had chipped in to make sure that Christina
was riding in style. She still had 10,000 left over from their
contributions. Combined with Andrew's willingness to put her on
the books for far more hours than she really worked, her college
fund was doing quite well.

"You could say that. It was a little weird at first. All I could do
was hear voices, and as you can imagine, that was pretty bad. I did
not even know how to tune things out. But I've figured it out a little
more now. Are there other people like us?" Christina asked. She had
so many more questions, but she did not want to swamp the woman.
"I'm Christina by the way."

"Mav. And there are other people like us, though no so many anymore."
Said the old psychic.

"Where are they? How can I find others? Where do our abilities come
from? What did you do to give me abilities? You seem different from
a year ago. What happened?" So much for not overwhelming the woman.

Mav smiled, "In order: We are pretty distributed across the globe;
most of us are loners. You can find other psychics by dowsing, but
it is hard if they are shielding their location. I'm not sure where
our abilities come from. When I was a girl I was
taught that they come from the earth and sea, but I have met a
man who claims the Virgin Mary give him his abilities and a woman
who got hers from the sun god, Ra. I think the truth is that every
culture makes up its own source. As for why I look this way and
what I did to you. Well, that will take longer to explain."

"Ok. Wow. Sorry to hit you with all that. I feel like a kid in a
candy store. Do you want burgers or Korean?" said Christina.

"I could go for a good burger." said Mav.

"Sarah's Diner has great burgers. Can you tell me about dowsing
on the way?" she asked.

Fifteen minutes later they were ordering food. "So, how did you
give me these abilities?" asked Christina.

"Giving a part of your power to another is a technique I first
encountered in the jungles of Brazil, though it wasn't Brazil
back then. The hunter I learned it from used it to look out the
eyes of his fellow tribesmen and allow them to speak telepathically
to him. He had the knack for pushing thoughts into other's heads,
but for some reason was never able to learn to read them back.
I've refined it over the years, but I have never used the
technique to give someone power for as long as you."

"To really understand what I did, you must first understand that
every psychic has a different set of aptitudes. I am particularly
good at telepathy and telekinesis, the hunter I mentioned
earlier could throw a spear telekeneticly over a 1000 meters with
pinpoint accuracy despite being a relatively weak overall psychic.
This is relevant because some time ago, I learned how to shape
the aptitudes of a person that I lent power. In your case I gave
you an aptitude for telepathy, and I bound your power to your
breasts, which allowed me to make you stronger against anyone who
looked at you with lust or envy. Some psychics have a particular part of
their body they focus their power through. Strong clairvoyants
often feel that they have a third eye. I've met a telekinetic
who focused through her fists and could punch through steel."

Enraptured by Mav's story, Christina almost missed the flash
of ill intent which bubbled to the surface of the old woman's
mind. Reacting instinctively, Christina threw all her power
behind an all out assault on the old woman's slippery mind.
It was fortunate that she did, because she soon realized that
Mav had been pulling a gun from her purse. Now the old woman
sat frozen, desperately trying to free up enough mental bandwidth
to move her hand. Christina had to use every ounce of her focus
to attack the old woman. She too was frozen by the effort.

The two women sat staring at one another for 15 minutes, sweat
dripping down their faces. Christina was by far the stronger
of the two, but Mav had millennia of experience on her side,
and she only had to escape for a moment. A few times she made
halting progress in brining the gun towards the young woman
in front of her. At one point their server came to ask them
how they found the meal, and stood awkwardly by as the to
women ignored him. Eventually, he left them alone.

Finally Mav tired enough to slow down, and Christina grabbed
her slippery mind in a vice grip. She steadily battered down
Mav's barriers. Eventually she planted a compulsion in Mav's
mind not to harm Christina or herself, not to cause any
sort of scene, and to help Christina in any way she could.

The two women resumed eating in silence. All the while, Christina
was sifting through Mav's exposed mind. The older psychic helped
direct her towards the most useful information. Eventually Christina
wondered if there was any more efficient way to learn all of this,
and Mav told her about a technique for consuming all the knowledge
in Mav's mind very rapidly. The downside was that it would destroy
Mav's mind in the process. Ten minutes later Christina felt she
understood the technique well enough to begin shredding.

Christina paid for the meal, tipping generously, and walked out
of the restaurant. Mav's body trailed after her. It was not propelled
under Mav's direction, but rather controlled like a puppet by
Christina. Despite this, the old woman's body moved easily,
with all of Christina's new stolen skill. She would not allow
the body to die just yet. It still contained a bit of essence
for her to absorb. After consuming Mav's mind Christina realized
that the reason the old woman had tried to kill her was because
her growing breasts were literally draining the life from Mav.
Mav had bound a part of her essence to Christina's breasts, and
as her breasts grew they dragged more essence from the woman.
If Mav had succeeded in killing her, the stolen essence would
have returned to its rightful host.

To her surprise, Christina learned from Mav's memories that her
psychic power was not improving her beauty. Considering the way
her body enchanted everyone around her, she had been expecting to
find that it was just a side-effect of her new power. Apparently,
this was all natural.

================================================================================

A few days after Christina put on her first H cup bra, she felt the
old psychic's body die. It had been a little trying controlling the
body for the last three weeks, but she had managed. She had turned Mav
into a homeless woman, anticipating this day. Now she would just be
one more pauper consumed by exposure.

================================================================================

*I should not still be getting stronger.* Thought Christina. She had learned
how to gage her own power much better after consuming Mav's mind, so she
was sure that she had gained strength. She should have stopped gaining power
after Mav died, but for some reason her first HH cup bras had been accompanied
with a corresponding increase in power. It was as if nothing had changed.
Examining her stolen memories, she realized that her breast tissue must have
gotten saturated enough with psychic essence that the essence became hers
in truth, rather than stolen power. Now she gained more essence as her breasts
grew.

Mulling over what to do about this new development, Christina started to develop
a plan. Mav had achieved eternal life by placing a lock on the development of
her body. She had only discovered the technique when she was middle aged, so 
she had frozen her body then. Christina had been trying to decide when to arrest
her own development. She did not want to be stuck as a 17 year old for the rest
of eternity. It was just a matter of how long to wait. Until she stopped her
body from changing, she would make it her number one priority. She was going to
be stuck with it for the rest of time, so she wanted to make sure that it was
in perfect condition.

Christina had never really had to work out to maintain a tight waist and firm
muscle tone, but she planned to start. The next order of business was increasing
her caloric intake. She had tried to watch what she ate for much of her life,
embarrassed at her bodies tendency to gain weight in all the right places very
easily. Now she would take advantage of that fact to gain power.

================================================================================

By the time she graduated, Christina's efforts were having a noticeable effect.
She was working out hard for hours every day, and her muscles had swollen
noticeably, particularly her ass which benefited from an almost religious
devotion to squats. Her new diet had been doing its work too, and the 34JJ cup
green bra she had gotten a few weeks ago was already starting to pinch. Her
new breast volume had come with a spike in power. It seemed that the larger
Christina's breasts grew, the more power they packed into each cubic inch, so 
she was now more than four times stronger than Mav had been at her height.
Levitation no longer even tired her, and she could reshape the minds of
people who were paying her no mind with only a little effort. She had
noticed that she was starting to have an impact on the people around
her without even trying. Her abilities silently stoked the flame of
lust in men, and twisted them to become more submissive around her.
Similarly, women became ever more envious, but their guilt grew even
faster, and they always overcompensated by letting her get her way.

After graduation, Christina moved to Las Vegas and got a job as a waitress
for high rollers. The tips were so high her coworkers were all driving
sports cars, and the competition for the job was fierce. Without having
been a waitress before, it should have been impossible to get the job,
but within a minute of looking at Christina's incredible body, the
casino manager, Marcus Block, had decided to hire her. She seemed so
dominant and in control to him. He knew she would be able to handle 
the most outlandish of customer behavior with grace.

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On her 19th birthday Christina was happy with her progress. Her breast
growth had started to slow down, but she had still gained six cup sizes
over the course of the year. Her power had doubled roughly every
two cup sizes, and she knew she was now by far the most powerful psychic
on the planet. She kept herself thoroughly shielded. She did not want to
start introducing herself to others until she had frozen her body, but
she did use her powerful clairvoyant abilities to keep tabs on other
psychics. She did not send any energy out, relying only on picking up
on the leakage of others to remain aware of them. She was probably missing
a few who had better shields, but she felt she had a pretty good picture
of things.

Her 5'10" frame and 34MM cup breasts made her a striking figure on the
casino floor, and she made more money than any three other waitresses.
The rich men she served loved it when she plucked the orders right out
of their heads and told them what they wanted. They found the waitress's
dominant swagger irresistible, and inevitably left outlandish tips.
She took it as a point of pride that she did not need to spend any
effort to bend their minds. It just happened on its own.
If she did not get at least two tips over $500, it was a slow night.
The money meant that she had set herself up with a beautiful downtown
apartment, complete with a home gym which could keep up with her
rapidly growing strength.

She could not afford to directly alter her strength with her abilities,
because any change she made would make it harder to freeze her body
when the time came. She had to get her muscles the hard way. Fortunately,
she did have a few tricks up her sleeves. It did not take very much power
at all to alter her muscles so that she could gain muscle mass more
easily. She had been happy to discover that she already had a musculature
which responded quickly, so she put on muscle even quicker than she had
anticipated. She built muscles so quickly in fact, that just two weeks
after she started working out when she moved to the city and changed
her muscles, she felt that she was starting to look too ripped. She
did not want to look like a female body builder, just be stronger than
one. It had taken her a week to arrive at a solution. She altered her
muscles again, to allow herself to meditate in order to compress them.
They lost none of their strength, but their size did decrease. The change
had required more psychic tampering than she would have liked, but with
her expanding bust she should have enough power to overcome the difficulties.
She now perpetually looked like an uber-busty fitness model, with perhaps
a bit more muscle in her ass and thighs than most. It helped balance out
her chest, so she did not spend the extra energy required to make those
muscles even more compressible.

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Christina's drive towards self improvement had been interrupted a few months
ago when she sensed psychic energy getting thrown around the city. She had
not seen who the combatants were, but there had been a lot of them, and
she had sensed some pretty strong fear. She was not sure, but it seemed
like a larger group of psychics were hunting down other more isolated
practitioners and doing something that would inspire the kind of fear
she had sensed. Mav's memories told her of several groups like that
which had existed over the years, but the dead psychic had not know of
any which were still active. Christina was strong now. Her power had doubled
every two cup sizes and she now required what would have been 34P-cups
if they had not been custom made to hold her endowments. That made her
128 times as powerful as Mav had been, and the old woman had been no
slouch. She was pretty confidant that she could handle any sort of trouble
that came her way, but she wanted to play it safe. Besides, it would have
taken her away from the task she had set herself. As the other psychics
had slugged away, Christina had just ignored it, and made sure her shield
was as tight as possible.

She spent 5 hours a day working out before showering and going to work
for the evening. Her muscles looked no bigger than they had the year
before, but she now squatted 6000 kg 30 times as a warmup. She had started
working on her twitch reflexes, and while they had not yet reached the
same level as her strength, she was stronger and faster than any human
could reasonably hope to be.

Her abilities meant that she could just meditate for
15 minutes to gain the full benefits of a night of sleep, which left
her plenty of time to manage a growing stock portfolio during the
time she was not working out or serving drinks. Her ability to analyze
the market was second to none, but the ability to see the future with
a little concentration was what really made her gains dramatic.

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"Surprise!" Shouted Christina's coworkers. Marcus had asked her to come help
clean up in the kitchen, but apparently there was no cleaning to do. Of
course, Christina was not really surprised. It is hard to surprise a
telepath who can see the future. She already knew that Mandy, one of the
other waitresses had organized the party in a fit of guilt over how
envious she was of Christina's bewitching looks.

"Oh my god guys! Wow! I totally didn't expect this!" Said Christina,
clapping her hands together in front of her chest. Every clap jiggled
her huge R-cup breasts, and her firm flesh kept moving for a few moments
after she brought her hands to a rest. They seemed to have put a lot of
effort into it. Scanning everyone's mind she saw that Jaque, the head pastry
chef, had made a special cake for the occasion. The whole kitchen seemed to have
gone all out to impress her, everyone competing to make the best possible dish.

Jaque thrust a knife into her hand and pointed her towards his master piece.
"Wow! Ok. If you want some, get a plate." She commanded, and walked over to
the cake. Her four inch heels set her heavy chest to bouncing on every step,
and she savored the way the motion exposed the minds of everyone watching to
her as they were consumed by lust, envy, or both. She diced the cake with
efficient motions, and quicker than one would have thought possible she
had distributed it to anyone who wanted some.

As soon as she had taken a bite of her cake, Marcus thrust a shot of
tequila and a lime into her hand, "It isn't a 21st birthday party
without this!" He said. She knocked it back immediately.

The whole night everyone wanted to talk to Christina, and it seemed
that every time she talked to one of the kitchen staff, they had a dish
they had prepared especially for her. Most of them were just hoping that
she would try it, but in every case she wolfed the whole thing down.
The drinks were coming even faster than the food, and Christina
was beginning to feel quite drunk. Despite her intoxicated state,
she never even wobbled on her tall spike heels.

Someone offered her a beer, and she downed it one huge gulp. "Where's
the keg?" She demanded.

"Uuhh, It's right here Christina." said Carlos, the bartender who had
given her the drink.

She grabbed the full cask and easily swung it up onto the bar, forgetting
to hide her strength. "Carlos, keep my tits out of my face." She commanded.
In one smooth motion she swung up on top of the keg and brought the tap
up to her mouth. Her breasts almost fell out of her low cut dress, but
Carlos stepped up in time and caught them before they did. The crowd of
casino employees was going wild.

Christina drew the hoppy brew up the tap and into her mouth, using
her powerful throat to create enormous suction. The more she drank
the louder the crowd became. When she was halfway done with the
keg, she realized that Carlos was struggling to hold up her breasts.
It came as something of a surprise to her, because they felt light
as a feather, but the psychic power packed into her massive mammaries
made them far denser than normal, and they were pretty huge to begin
with. She put one hand in the middle of the cask so that it would
not tip over, and brought the other up to point at Darrel, one
of the bouncers. She snapped her fingers twice, and pointed
at her breasts. The sound was crisp and loud enough to cut through
the cheering crowd. He moved towards her immediately. A man as
aroused by Christina as he was right now had no hope of refusing
her anything. Carlos did not realize what was going on, consumed
by his efforts not to fail Christina, so she snapped her fingers
at him and pointed to her right breast. With relief, he moved over
and made room for Darrel.

When the tap began to make gurgling noises, she sucked for a few more
moments, then brought her long legs down to hover over the floor,
and dismounted with a little hop, bringing the empty keg up over
her head in her right hand. She turned around and bowed to the
crowd, dipping low enough to give everyone a fantastic view of
her yawning cleavage. After she stood up she gave let out small
belch, and patted her stomach. Even with her impressive tolerance,
she was pretty hammered.

Her stride was still sure-footed and rock-steady as she jumped
back up onto the bar and demanded music. Someone started playing
a bubbly pop song a few moments later, and Christina began to
dance. She moved with a fluid grace that looked totally
natural, yet betrayed perfect control of her body. Pretty soon
the onlookers had forgotten where they were. The only thing that
existed was the dancing girl in front of them.

It was only after the music wound down that Christina realized
that her coworkers had changed. Examining their minds, she
realized that they were no longer really individuals. They were
now totally subordinate to her. In fact, working with their minds
no longer felt like manipulating the minds of others. Instead they
were just extensions of her.

"Ooops." She said, then turned the music back on (with a hand that
had formerly belonged to Marcus), and kept dancing. As she danced
she noticed that even though her coworkers had become part of her,
the parts of her which controlled their bodies were inspired by
the previous minds.

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About a month after she accidentally consumed the individuality of
her coworkers, Christina sensed the presence of two psychics entering
her casino (and it was hers in truth now). At first she did nothing.
Psychics came to the casino all the time in order to get a little cash,
and she did not think stopping them was worth the risk of revealing
herself. It was no skin off her nose (even now she did not really own
the casino, though she had been thinking of changing that).

She did not want to risk prying into their minds, but when
she overheard one of them saying, "I can feel her somewhere around
here." near Carlos, she started to get worried. They must have
sensed what she did at the party. It had to be that group which
had been knocking off psychics left and right. She battened down her
shield, and started locking down the memories her coworkers had
of her. She was lucky that they were part of her now or the two
hunters at the bar could have read her location off the minds
of anyone of them. She moved as fast as she could, creating
dummy memories in which she had never existed in each of
her coworkers. Increased psychic power had made her more intelligent
for a time, but it seemed there was a ceiling on the raw intellect
it could provide. There did not seem to be a limit on the growth
in the speed at which she could think or her ability to multitask,
and it only took her a few moments to rewrite the memories of her
coworkers (although really she was just rewriting some parts of
herself which were moving their bodies). 

She walked briskly back into the kitchen and sat down, remaining
out of sight of anyone in the public areas. After a tense few hours the
hunters left, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

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Christina was extremely careful to keep her shield up for the rest of
the year. She threw herself into her project of self improvement, and
now worked out for close to 10 hours a day. She had changed the way
her body responded to exercise again, making herself gain muscle even
more easily, and causing her skin, bones and sinew to gain strength
just as quickly as her muscles. She had also had to make her muscle
compression more efficient, and her body was getting pretty dense.
Mav could never have hoped to freeze a modified body like Christina's
but for her it would be doable.

She used her casino staff bodies to adjust new clothes for herself,
and she had just finished a set of TT cup bras which she anticipated
growing into sometime in the next year. Her prodigious growth was
slowing.

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Christina's strength and speed continued to grow by leaps and bounds, and
by her 23rd birthday she could no longer use mundane weight to train. She
had instead used her abilities to combine the weight of a dozen weights
into one super dense material, and massively strengthen her weight bar.

Her U-cup bras were starting to pinch, and she planned on wearing the
next size up soon.

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At 29, Christina decided that she was done. Her W-cup breasts had not grown
for the last year, and she had packed as much strength into her 5'10" frame
as she could fit without loosing confidence that she could freeze herself
in time. Her body was dense enough that while she looked to weigh about
175, she really weighed just over 400 pounds. This was also a good age for
other reasons. She would be able to pass herself off as anything from a
mature 20 year old to an extremely youthful 40 year old (though that would
be pushing it), which gave her 20 years with each identity that she would
have to assume.

She closed her eyes and concentrated. It took a great deal of effort, but
she pinned her body to its current place in the time stream. She smiled.
If it had been easy it would have meant that she had not put enough strength
into her body.

The power of exponential growth had really caught up to her in the last
couple of years, and her massive breasts meant that she was more than
32,000 times stronger than Mav had been. Considering that Mav had been
one of the stronger psychics in the world, Christina was not to worried
about anything. Now that a conflict would not distract her from securing
a perfect body for eternity, she was no longer interested in hiding.

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